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Nehir woke up on a Saturday morning, finally ready to shake off the fatigue of the week. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she noticed was the raindrops tapping against her window. Gray clouds had covered the sky. It was the final stretch of summer — the scorching heat had suddenly given way to chill.

All week long, shut inside her office walls, she’d been lamenting, “I’m like a flower that never sees the sun!” and making plans to make up for it over the weekend. She and her dance group had decided to meet in the forest for a workout. It was the typical white-collar ritual — trying to cram an entire week’s worth of living into a single day. They were going to dance, enjoy the open air, and have a barbecue.

Shaking off her daydreams, Nehir looked again at the rain streaking down the glass. She touched the fogged-up window, and as her finger followed the trails of the drops, she thought,

“How strange! The weather turned cold so suddenly. There’s not a single animal outside; the wind has stripped the trees of their leaves. It’s as if every living thing has slowed down, quieted, drawn back into itself — like the stillness before a storm.”

Summer hadn’t been like this — just as she herself hadn’t been in recent months. Those days had been full, restless, always rushing somewhere. The sun high above, and Nehir’s heart light and lively. Now autumn had arrived, and even nature, burned out and weary from the heat, seemed to want a rest. Trees were shedding their leaves; the wind was sweeping away what was old, what had passed.

As she watched the scene, Nehir felt a similar pull inside her. Maybe it was her own time to shed leaves, to slow down, to retreat into her shell for a while. That thought felt truer than the constant urge to “get outside before I miss the sun.” Like the trees lightening their branches, she wanted to lighten her soul, her body, her thoughts. Maybe it was time to let go — of certain habits, certain people, certain thoughts.

A message notification pulled her from her thoughts. The picnic had been canceled due to the weather. Instead of disappointment, she felt a sense of relief. “This is better,” she thought as the rain began to fall harder. She stepped away from the window and made herself a comforting morning coffee. Settling into her armchair, she listened to the rain and thought about autumn’s quiet invitation — to pause, to change. She felt she had caught a moment of true awareness, a chance to recognize transformation.

The shift from summer to winter was like a preparation phase — carrying what had been sown and grown into the next season. Summer vegetables sealed in jars, fruits turned into jams, trees shedding their leaves to get ready for renewal… Everything was getting ready to adapt to what came next. “Then I should adapt too,” she said aloud, surprising herself with the sound of her own voice.

She opened a drawer and pulled out her journal — untouched for months. Turning on her playlist to shuffle, she drew a line down the middle of the page. On one side she wrote, “Things I’m good at.” On the other, “Things I want to improve.”

It was the start of a new season — the season of a new Nehir.

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